While the Leaders of our factions make demands and discuss terms, the war rages on. As the Truths of Mhaldor and the cycles of Nature both agree on, we will only grow stronger through hardship. The Wrath of Nature slowly awakens, and through Her crusade your master shrine has been left impotent for some time. We have struck your shrines from the Black Forest time and time again, the harm you have brought has been healed and mended and now we have set out on the offensive. Your western isle lies covered in green vines who sprout spores of healing. One battle won, in a campaign that may rage on for years.

Consider this Mhaldor.

Will your red fog prove to be as resilient to Nature?s slow and steady expansion, as Nature is to your brutal ways?

What of that giant to the east that stands eager and ready to strike you down, how long do you think they will wait as you flail away at Nature?s might?

I am sure you will now strike back with renewed vengeance, but Nature has so far resisted all your efforts. Perhaps there is a reason you are so so insistent upon suing for peace, and making these ridiculous demands that can never be met. Meet us with reason, instead of madness and perhaps a cease-fire can indeed be found.

- Ahura Rangor Corten, Hierophant of Eleusis


Penned by my hand on the 17th of Glacian, in the year 743 AF.